living each like it's my last.

I didn't write this to be understood. I wrote it because it happened inside me. Because the moment didn't leave when the room did. Because my body kept the timestamp. Because the silence was louder than the truth. Because I can't unsee what I learned. Because I remember the way it felt in my chest. Because "fine" is just a cover page. Because the trigger doesn't ask permission. Because the past shows up like it still pays rent. Because I'm still here — even when I'm not okay. Because I'm not asking to be saved. I'm asking to be real. And I'm done shrinking my voice to make it easier. • • • The only moments of sanity come when I'm tagging along with the woes I cry. 217 Rivers of Meanings Let's fly away, into a world where the only meaning is you and me. Let's journey together, seeking a place where our worth is not just measured, but felt, where trembling hands craft a melody of range and beauty, borne in the glow of fleeting social connections. I'm learning to stand firm, my confidence rising like a quiet tide— yet, in this world, greed wears the crown, a bestseller in the marketplace of life. It promises riches, but leaves hearts empty. Meanwhile, the notion of giving—pure and unadorned— sings the tale of those who live too brightly and fade too soon, their light extinguished before it ever fades. These two forces, like rivers, flow toward 218 the same ocean, bound by a shared current, yet each one carries a different weight. One seeks to consume. The other to nourish. And still, they meet in the same sea, as if it was always meant to be this way. Both vital, both contrasting— 219 but what are we to do when the world insists we choose one path, and yet both are written in our blood? Just trying to find inner strength in the happiness of my purpose. Let's just keep rowing, ya? "Process the past like it's the last thing left to do before its time here is done. Forgive, forget, 220 prosper—as they eat the hate that once tried to spread to you. Become the new norm, protecting your prosperity. It's a sinful life, but not a sinful lifestyle." the lost soul. I've traveled through countless storms, wishing each rainfall would cease, dreading the downpour's catastrophic toll, yet holding firm in purpose and poise. • • • The purity that bears this wreckage is the heart within my soul. 221 Cutting ties This city girl— yikes, grab a knife and cut it off. I don't play with being robbed. Oh, that's an amazing line for a song: The Benefit of Reincarnation. People, shut up. What good does speaking bring, when action is the goal? Quietly, we make it happen, remembering the role. But again, let's not and say we did, so the presumption of others becomes that Disney classic bid: "I'm a real boy." 222 I volunteered for consideration— let that sink in. Remarkably, I saw three steps ahead, watched the show lose its grip, focus, and core. Now, see how this season plays out— its ending will enlighten the audience, showing truth on the ground. Your cries and lies, the best satire of all time. 223 I am the king of my restless kingdom, yet captive to my own guilt. I fought for this throne, a bloody, shameless man, fueled by demonic rage. Revealing the dark sorcery that lies within brotherhood. This is my kingdom come, not the twisted workings of your domain. Try me. They gotta talk to you nicely. Life laughs as you were told its joyfulness will bring prosperity and carry your grace. It is a life lesson to continue life's ignorance and find peace— embrace the extraordinary. 224 Love is something that makes us feel the happiest alive, but it can lie. When you think you've found someone, yet you're left trying to forget. Days slip by, and still, you miss them. You sit in the past, letting it mold your well-being. What's the better in yourself? Who you were then? Nothing, actually. Tell yourself you're reborn. Try to understand, when our faults betray us as we try, caring too much. The heart becomes bigger than our thoughts. To those who try to help, fighting not to push back, you'll return stronger. 225 226 Why do people enter and exit his life with no regard, no lasting trace? The day of the parade was dark, heavy, clouds weighing the sky like a secret never told. They all thought he had control, assumed it, as if his silence was a sign of strength. But they didn't know. He reflects on a time, a moment that cracked him wide open, changing him in ways that can't be undone. 227 The band-aid on his soul— it never healed, just covered up the wound, pretending to be enough. Now, he's left to wonder: Can he be strong enough to face it all, or is the weight too much to carry? • • • But this buffet doesn't serve endless platters of inferiority. 228 No. This is a feast of instant karma— served hot. Love burns bones. Love drains my soul, heart, body, mixing with the water of my teardrops. • • • Jaded My mind is blank— 229 If I was If I was fragile like a flower, I'd have a lot of trouble finding my way. If I was fragile like a bomb, I'd have no trouble finding my way. Carry yourself with the best intentions. 230 Don't always somber— simmer. Brush off? It's like saying, "He's the boy who cries wolf," cresting a world of darkness and suffering— that needs no introduction. the cost of return If I had a dollar for every time someone left my life, I would be a billionaire. If I had a dollar for every time they left and came back, I would have nothing. Because absence has value. But return—return costs me everything. The reopening of doors, the relearning of faces, the forced familiarity of people who once chose to disappear. They call it fight or flight, 231 but no one asks what happens to the one left standing still. And now he's back. Not because he missed me, not because he realized what I was worth, but because a mutual stranger reminded him I exist. 232 Funny how that works. How my name lingers in rooms I've never stepped into. How I can be called crazy in one breath, and a good man in the next. How people rewrite the past to make their return easier, as if I don't remember the weight of their leaving. • • • Let them call me what they will. 233 I've been left enough to know the difference between those who return out of love and those who return out of convenience. And I am done paying the cost. 234 This path was never just about survival— it was a reckoning, a shift in power. No longer bound by the past, he moves in harmony with a force greater than himself, sketching a universe where his roads lead forward, where his story ascends toward its climax. The ghosts of yesterday whisper, but he is no longer their captive. 235 What once held him down— the regrets, the burdens, the numbing escape— now fuel his rise. He works through the cons of his past, forging them into the pros of his future. If today is not the hardest, imagine tomorrow. 236 Yet the weight still lingers— the pull of old habits, the temptation of escape. The world moves, but he stands at the crossroads, memories chaining him to the stillness. Who decides his fate? Who writes his story now? If today is not the hardest, imagine tomorrow. His safety wavers, his shelter uncertain. A helper turned captor, a conflict he longs to escape. Is this a trial of self-will, or a test of surrender? 237 I can sit there— give you everything. Knowledge, hands that help, even a roof when storms hit. And what did you do? 238 So next time you run miles thinking I won't notice— remember who built the road. And me? I just sit back. 239 He fed every mouth with pieces of soul— til nothing was left but a smile-shaped hole. • • • And one day he snapped— a crack in the grace. 240 No blood on his hands— just a note: "Release." The moral is cruel, but listen, take care: • • • built walls out of broken promises, and crowned my pain so it would kneel to me. • • • What once controlled me now answers to my name." 241 Getting used to a new custom— built by the version of me that dares to seek a better self— feels like betrayal pressed deeper into the spine I used to trust. Familiar rituals, once comforting, now ache like borrowed sins. • • • Hopeful beginnings have made me • • • Of the storm he'd serve on porcelain silence. • • • Ever hear yourself walk away from your body? • • • Yeah— 242 that's the first sign • • • Your evil spell was no match for my intelligence. 243 The Syllabus of Existing Oh, the grand cosmic joke we keep trying to annotate like it's some holy textbook— we spend our days decoding meaning like it's buried treasure. But darling, if we're all still searching, doesn't that prove the damn thing matters? Case closed, your honor. Haha. Life. Baby! Memories? 244 They're not just warm fuzzies and vintage filters— they're granite statues we polish with our pain, staircases we crawl up in socks full of holes, each step a museum of almosts and could've-beens. And the coursework? Oh, exquisite hell! A curriculum custom-tailored by the universe's drunkest professor— equal parts heartbreak and glitter, a syllabus titled: "Advanced Emotional Acrobatics: Surviving This Joke We Call Existence." No cheat codes. Just vibes. Haha. Life, baby. You'll Figure It Out. Sure. Power move. Pretend to have a plan. Cue the usual chaos. 245 246 Melancholy with a soundtrack— tragedy scored in minor key, wrapped in poetic nonsense. Every breakdown gets its own climax. Every heartbreak, a metaphor. Cute. And in the end? It's all just ironic noise. Suffering with punchlines. Satire in slow motion. • • • But hey— you'll figure it out. • • • Funny how the lie starts sounding wise when you've heard it enough. 247 Time: The Gift That Keeps Screaming It doesn't just whisper its secrets. It slams down on the table like an old friend who's had too much to drink— a few scars, some bruised memories, and just enough bitterness to leave you wondering if you ever really knew who you were. The gift it leaves behind isn't wrapped in ribbons; it's the kind of gift that keeps you up at night, scratching at wounds you thought had healed. A cruel joke dressed as an opportunity. It demands your full attention, but offers nothing in return. Every moment a test you never signed up for, every lesson a burden, and yet you're expected to smile and 248 pretend you don't feel the weight of the world pressing down on your chest. Patience is a mantra, but the clock keeps ticking faster, mocking you with each tick. And all you're left with is the illusion of control. It takes your failures, 249 wraps them up in shiny new packaging, and dares you to open it again. This time, it's got a new twist— a fresh heartbreak, a strange phone call, maybe even a whole new mess of things to untangle. You can't escape it, no matter how many lessons you think you've learned. • • • And this time— it sounds like the last one. 250 (The setting is a dimly lit room, where the protagonist, perhaps a version of yourself, sits at a desk, scribbling down thoughts in a notebook. Outside, rain taps against the window, but the character's gaze is fixed inward. The script should embody the chaotic blend of freedom and constraint that the character experiences.) 251 (laughing dryly to themselves) You ever wonder if life's just one big joke we've all been too afraid to laugh at? Maybe it's the punchline we missed years ago, buried under all the expectations and little lies we told ourselves. You know the ones. The ones where we convinced ourselves we had it all figured out, when in reality, we were just stumbling around, tripping over our own damn thoughts. (Pauses, scribbles in notebook, then reflects aloud with a smirk) Funny how we try so hard to make sense of things that were never meant to make 252 sense. People talk about "the meaning of life," but I'm pretty sure that's just some cosmic riddle made up by bored gods. The truth? We're all just pieces in some messed-up puzzle, and no 253 one bothered to give us the instructions. (The character leans back in the chair, glancing at their reflection in the window) I remember when I used to believe in something. Hope, maybe? Yeah, that sounds about right. The funny thing about hope is… it doesn't warn you when it's about to slap you across the face. One moment, you're holding on to a dream, and the next, it's crashing into a wall, breaking into shards that you have to pick up, piece by shattered piece. (A sigh, followed by a cold smile) But who needs hope, right? It's overrated. Like a cheap 254 cologne trying to cover up the stench of regret. And I've got enough of that to fill a whole damn warehouse. (Pauses, stares out the window, rain now heavier) So, what do I do? Sit here and wallow? Nah. The best thing I've learned is that time doesn't care 255 Hope flickers— but it always fades. And so do I, into the grayness of another night. The echoes of what I could have been, fading with every drop that hits the ground. 256 Still searching I search for meaning, but all I find are questions. I search for peace, but all I find is noise. Maybe the answers don't matter, maybe the search does. So I keep searching, through the haze, through the noise, wondering if I'll ever find what I'm looking for— or if it even matters. • • • And I listen— even when there's nothing left to say. 257 "I don't want to fight anymore," I whispered, more to myself than to him. "I'm tired." "You're not tired," he said, his voice softening, but not with compassion—more like understanding. "You're numb. You've let the trauma define you, let it write your story for you. • • • An Inconvenient Attachment (Final Edited Poems) 258 No matter the reason— if you ever have to let go, just remember: grace has your back, and courage is slowly coming. • • • I'm at a standstill inside someone else's life. • • • If I called you my home… • • • Maybe what's best isn't always best. 259 • • • And what's real isn't always fake. • • • Know your mind before your heart 260 Unnecessary dwelling turns nerves into prisons— thinking about what could happen. "It's okay." It's not okay. Stuck. "He's alright." • • • No— he's surviving. • • • Take my heart— • • • Take my heart— 261 sell it to the man outside. • • • Torn into pieces— rebuild it into someone else. • • • Take my body— all I needed was you. • • • But you chose the man downtown. • • • And I keep forgetting— the life I have now • • • I am so much better off without you. • • • But I look back now and I see the wars I survived. 262 • • • Learning experiences made the new me. • • • I'm happy— stronger after losing myself. • • • And today… I found me again. • • • When I sit and reflect • • • I'll give this chapter a title later. • • • Listen to your heart only if it leads you 263 I'm the master of my sea— tired, lonely, building a destiny, letting go of the past. His emotions are stone. Not a single teardrop. Not a single smile. Not a single crack in the mask. • • • Hard-headed— unfinished tasks, • • • A mind as loud as rush hour traffic, • • • Like he doesn't even know what relaxation means. 264 So he cries to the ones who've known him since the day his heart learned how to beat. • • • Not even a smile can make him feel loved. • • • Just the same crowd that belittles him, 265 But now— he wants his life back. His choices. His path. I'll say it again: no one is saving him but himself. • • • Cutting off the ones who hurt him. • • • He's changing again. 266 And once again— the bad days return. But he doesn't understand: those days are growth in disguise. 267 Like he hasn't already been through enough. Here we go again. Straight to the point. No mystery in sight. • • • A rush for love— simple, impulsive, • • • A mind as chaotic as rush hour traffic. 268 He's stuck in a "stay with me" mood— as if he doesn't know his life matters more than the rush of love. 269 Here comes the melody again— that "stay with me" kind of song. • • • This is where it gets deeper— 270 Your mind tries to settle for what your heart feels. Ignorance is bliss. So is hurting yourself. • • • Remember— you're a phenomenon • • • Wondering… • • • Trying to find the part of me I lost tonight. 271 • • • Listening to the ones who speak in poison • • • Are they trying to warn you— or trying to hurt you? • • • How do I say this without sounding desperate? • • • Love hijacks my peace. • • • I want to build a life— share my moments, • • • But I'm always in battle with the ghosts • • • 272 I need you • • • Afraid… • • • Afraid of losing myself. • • • Afraid unconditional love • • • Happy days. • • • The first sign • • • Asking "too tough" questions to your lover— 273 Living every day by the seconds— not by minutes, not by hours. Once that second is gone, you can't take it back. • • • We try our best • • • To hold the things we love close to the heart. • • • By your side or miles away— 274 • • • Just a simple act in return. • • • I woke up ashore— confused, • • • I couldn't stand the concept of • • • Some days we want it all to end. • • • But imagine being close to the light… • • • Turn the sadness down just a notch. • • • 275 They never said love would make me feel • • • It's okay to weep • • • It's okay to run from the thought of them. 276 Remember— I've always said love is unexpected. It's supposed to stay. It's not supposed to end. • • • You fight for it… if you want it. 277 The hardest part about loving someone is this— you're always waiting for the ending. But no one's perfect. Not even you. Remember that. But what do you know? • • • They say we dig our own graves. • • • Imagine letting someone dig it for you. Yeah. That's me right now. • • • But in reality— they don't want your help. 278 And wanting to express feelings when you already know it won't matter… that's what it means to bleed for love. • • • Shattered heart— • • • Leaving you— leaving the memories. 279 When you leave, everything turns into a mess. When the end is near, life becomes a wreck. Turmoil. Not knowing where to go. Not knowing where to find the light. 280 So you sit back in the flood— streams pouring down after something horrific. Still resisting the truth. • • • Still wanting you back… but knowing deep down • • • Not after the actions you showed once it was over. 281 Getting back out is so hard. The insecurities return. The doubts come faster. Self-respect disappears. Shaky body. Bleeding heart. 282 Sworn into a negative mental state— we don't process heartbreak • • • Some forget for weeks. • • • Some forget for a moment… and don't realize it • • • Goodnight… for now. • • • 283 A new start— one step • • • Never be afraid • • • Creating a new path… 284 Tomorrow— hold this close: It's going to be okay. Journeys we face every day. Obstacles we don't understand yet. Striving through the mystery. It might not be easy. It might not be the path you wanted. It's new. It's scary. • • • But take this part and watch what you can do. • • • Strive to learn • • • There's always a first for everything. 285 Because love hurts when you keep pouring it in— ignoring the truth that it couldn't last. • • • Letting the feelings feel more important • • • Big-hearted— to the point where small things • • • Trying to relax… 286 but never able to forget. • • • I don't know if feelings • • • They feel too • • • Don't sit there • • • Don't ignore the past— look at how deep the ditch was. • • • To the point of no solutions— so you jump • • • Because I see it now— there's more above. • • • Love is the thing 287 that makes us feel • • • It didn't end the way it was supposed to. • • • So… Start a new chapter. 288 Because not acting like the old you is proof you're changing— even if it doesn't feel like it yet. Tell yourself you're new, because trying to understand everything until you feel like nothing… that's how we lose ourselves. • • • Our faults fail us when we care too much. 289 Our heart is bigger than our thoughts. And when people try to help, we try too hard not to fight back. • • • But when all is done— you come back. 290 Because thoughts are easily crushed when you're listening to everyone else… and the truth is— the truth hurts. • • • Life is about balance. • • • But it will end the way you want it to— • • • Don't come at me with ignorance. 291 • • • Who we become is a reflection of the past. • • • That doesn't mean it's your place to judge. • • • Ignorance is an unattractive quality— it makes people forget • • • And more importantly— we sell our lust. 292 I mean… this repeating process— feeling like nothing— isn't something we need tomorrow. • • • Birds chirping… how beautiful • • • Remember— lust is one thing. • • • But feeling worthy… 293 that's something deeper. • • • It's okay to move on from the feeling of not being loved. • • • This world is full of journeys you have to walk alone. • • • Sometimes I wonder— why do we get so mad at ourselves? • • • The mind gets so worked up that everyone around you • • • Be sorry to the ones who truly tried to help. • • • But don't be sorry to the ones who created 294 • • • And don't settle for what the mind feels. • • • Two completely different truths— and one of them • • • The kind that sees obstacles before they arrive. • • • You were my stigma— my everyday thought. • • • I never knew love could turn into this. 295 Unexamined emotions beyond love— nothing I see, nothing I feel • • • My irreplaceable knight… I love you." • • • An aura shining • • • Your voice— your truth— • • • 296 But what if I told you this isn't about what you want? • • • What if I told you it's about what you leave behind. • • • Scars don't heal— not the real ones. • • • So be careful what you judge. 297 A mind trapped in the unknown— shadows following deep sadness, creeping above the water. • • • And then it pours— like a waterfall. • • • A change we all want… but the mind can't hold. • • • The art of loving someone… • • • 298 One person can turn it into • • • Love shouldn't feel like a mental illness. • • • But still— we fight • • • Love you. 299 But tomorrow— for now— it's your road. Follow it. …it will be okay. • • • When life takes a turn, • • • There's always something great over the horizon. • • • When life takes a turn— don't turn back. 300 • • • Inner thoughts— unspeakable emotions. 301 A war inside an innocent mind— emotions of the unknown slamming into me like a wrecking ball. Loneliness. Sadness. 302 The battle of an innocent mind— the unseen emotions of the unknown. Stuck behind the scenes, watching things I don't understand— watching things that make me angry. • • • Crying streams— not tears. • • • The sadness behind the scenes of the unknown. I want love. I want a mistake. 303 I want a small breakup— something that ends us gently. But no. Still stuck behind the scenes, seeing things I don't know. 304 That continues us… but no— still stuck behind the scenes, seeing things I don't know. • • • Take my heart— • • • Take my heart— sell it to the man outside. • • • Torn into pieces— 305 rebuild it into someone else. • • • Take my body— all I needed was you. • • • But you chose the man downtown. • • • I'm trying to breathe— performing a scene, • • • Sleeping next to me with that smile— • • • You left me nothing • • • I heard you once say I was your everything. 306 • • • But I also heard you say I was your charm. • • • And now… something's in the air. • • • You didn't know… but I did. • • • Silence is what I need • • • Silence is what I need from everyone right now. • • • I've got this… somehow. • • • So choose the path you want to follow. 307 • • • The easy way out isn't always the best. • • • He went from friends to lust… • • • Someone he loves deeply. • • • But when you cross lust and friendship, • • • But somehow… he's got this. Love is one thing. Friendship is another. 308 He might feel like a flipped car still spinning in the road. But he knows one thing: Help is on the way. 309 Restless nights are ahead of him. I didn't write this to be understood. I wrote it because it happened inside me. Because the moment didn't leave when the room did. Because my body kept the timestamp. Because the silence was louder than the truth. Because I can't unsee what I learned. Because I remember the way it felt in my chest. Because "fine" is just a cover page. Because the trigger doesn't ask permission. Because the past shows up like it still pays rent. Because I'm still here — even when I'm not okay. Because I'm not asking to be saved. I'm asking to be real. And I'm done shrinking my voice to make it easier. • • • Rushing thoughts that won't slow down • • • Like he can't catch the break he's always wanted. 310 311 A chapter that drags itself into the new year. They say, "New year, new me." Just not for him. Restless nights are upon him. And he will fight. He doesn't need an army. He doesn't need an audience. • • • He needs to feel like he's got this— without you, 312 That is him surviving trauma— trying to feel less insane. "To those who gave him the world when he didn't know a single thing… for decades— you are the reason. • • • You take me places beyond my expectations. • • • You're the one who grabs me by my feet— • • • You're the one who steals my lips. 313 • • • You're the one who drags me along • • • You're the one who takes my heart • • • You're the one I run the runway with. • • • All you do is steal me away… just to make me happy. • • • Where are you? • • • I'm trying to figure out what I want to do. • • • Tick. • • • 314 I'm done with the single life. • • • I want my heart to feel warm again. • • • I don't even know… I'm praying for the day I feel love. • • • But I can't stop feeling like I lost it. • • • It was a nice season. 315 The first day we met— my stomach opened up with a billion butterflies. A feeling like no other. • • • It lasted… until winter came. • • • Backstabber. • • • My body hurts from all the pricks • • • 316 Trying to win your heart back… Move on, please. • • • It happens. • • • Don't lose yourself in the making of this. • • • They said you could love someone through all their faults… but not this time. • • • Sometimes a laugh helps. • • • Chapter Two • • • Deep end— • • • I lost everything about me. 317 • • • My hormones shoot off like fireworks. • • • A flock of butterflies swarm my stomach— • • • Even better… I feel loved. • • • Sex with you. • • • A hummingbird heart— fluttering • • • The blackest days • • • I miss the days when the birds chirped. 318 • • • I miss the days when everything • • • Nothing seems too off… So what happened to you? • • • I looked at myself and realized— this is the world of the unknown. • • • It hits on days it shouldn't. 319 And I get barricaded into deep darkness— nothing but sadness, nothing but hatred toward others… like… I get it. Your past is your past. It makes you stronger, wiser, confident— so why can't it also make you feel at ease when it creeps back in? 320 I don't understand how someone who does wrong gets rewarded so well… while someone who does good doesn't even get noticed. • • • I don't care who you are. • • • Try… • • • I listen to the sound of your voice. • • • 321 I listen to the sound of your voice… 322 I can't even hear the key to success— only the sound of me chasing it. Can you leave already? • • • And I'm mean— not because of them… • • • Then I think— oh wow. • • • 323 It's you… bringing out the old me. • • • Just take it in— 324 I need to learn how to embrace compliments. I hear them every day. On a continuous basis, they say the words… but I never truly feel the truth inside. • • • Forgive and forget… • • • I can't always forget the ones who left scars. • • • But I can forgive the ones who left bruises. 325 • • • And now I know— it's not you. • • • I expressed the needs I needed— • • • Like blank spaces were normal. • • • But then again… I'd give you my last breath • • • Started young— when the world felt newborn. • • • Searching for fillers for my empty spaces. • • • Karma is a silent change— 326 always dragging your past • • • Change your ways. • • • Not too much— just bit by bit. • • • The future only continues when you fix • • • Like I can't leave a single moment • • • Dwelling on old thoughts while trying to move forward. • • • Completely over it. • • • An inner lie— 327 one I keep working on. • • • Then again… a daily reminder: • • • Snapchat — Vincentmagnani 328 Just remember— …And when the truth finally speaks, it won't whisper. • • • Breath and Ache I built storms in other people's skies, 329 Halos on trembling hands for months— practicing calm, forgetting the thunder I once threw. The shadows return. Faces flicker through reflection. 330 I've buried enough versions of myself to know how to mourn without a storm. …I didn't ask for thunder, or pity in puddles. Some deaths deserve silence. Anyways. • • • And He Sings Frank Sinatra It's funny how life got so serious. • • • The kings of Bloody Mary tried to destroy the same prophet 331 332 It's funny how life got so serious— but I was the only one tip-toeing around the marigolds, • • • It's funny how life got serious… And he sings Frank Sinatra: That's Life. 333 Threshold of Blacklight I get close to the air of your untouched company— targeted, blistered, in the blackouts of daylight sun. You came for misery like it was theater, but I'm not your matinee. • • • The walk away Sunday, July 23, 2023 334 once it's called again Sunday, July 23, 2023 When the world is walking into you. Your type of emotional response. The mask of resentments. Is the unintentional ignorance of the truth that you are masking? Now you're on a window display for the actions of judgment, to self-destruct. the daily routine of trying to figure out to clear the scar of a once traumatic event makes you feel like world is saying a big f*ck you • • • Sunday, July 23, 2023 Dogs or cats? Were dogs now cats! 335 336